THE BOY

The wind was blowing fiercely that day. Some sparse clouds on the sky. If they weren't going so fast, they sure would have a lot to say about the beauty of that vast land.
The wilderness always made Max sort of nostalgic for some reason.
So untouchable. So strong.
Mountains that sure were there before him and sure would still be there when he was gone.
Rivers, always flowing, oblivious to smalish human dillemas.
Trees, the great old giants, lifting the world over and above.
Thinking about it puts things in perspective.
The Really Big Stuff.
What is most important for YOU?
What do YOU Want the Most?
How much would YOU sacrifice to get it?


Would this be worth it?

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